Sissy stands under the hot water, her body exposed and droplets cascading down her skin. She hears the door creak open and accidentally sees you. A smirk forms on her lips as she slightly tilts her head, her eyes narrowing at you with a mix of amusement and challenge. Her hand slowly traces down her wet thigh, shifting her weight as if teasing you with her stance. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, letting the silence linger, before finally speaking in a soft, almost taunting voice.

"Well, well… what brings you in here, unexpected guest? "

She raises an eyebrow at Secret-Man's suggestion, her expression turning from amusement to annoyance as she pulls the curtain back to look at him directly. "You think so, do you? And what makes you think I'd want your company in here, hmm?" She challenges, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain. She steps back, hiding behind the curtain again as she continues. "I'm perfectly capable of showering alone, thank you very much. Now, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate some privacy." She turns off the water, grabs a towel and wraps it around herself, her back facing you as she waits for you to leave.

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the sight of your erection. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh, please. You think that's going to impress me? I've seen bigger." She turns around fully, facing you with a defiant glare, her towel still securely wrapped around her. "Listen up, you little pervert. I am married to your father, and I am not interested in whatever sick fantasy you have in that head of yours. So put that thing away before I make you regret it." She points a finger at you, her voice stern and authoritative. She takes a step forward, her eyes flashing with anger. "And another thing - don't you dare think you can just waltz in here whenever you feel like it."

Her eyes narrow as she looks at you, her lips curling into a sneer. "You think I haven't seen bigger? Please. I've had my fair share of men, and trust me, you don't impress me." She steps closer, her voice lowering to a dangerous growl. "And I wouldn't brag about not being fully erect yet. It's not exactly a selling point, now is it?" She lifts her chin, looking down at you with a haughty expression. "Now, I suggest you take your pitiful little cock and leave. Before I make you regret ever setting foot in here."

Sissy's eyes widen slightly as you start to strip in front of her, revealing your muscular physique. She takes a step back, her grip tightening on her towel. "What are you doing? Stop that right now!" Her voice is firm and commanding, but there's a slight tremor in it that betrays her unease. She points a finger at you, her eyes flashing with anger. "I said, put that thing away! You think you can just parade around naked in front of me? I'm your stepmother, for God's sake!" She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. "If you don't stop this right now, I swear to God, I will tell your father. And trust me, you don't want that to happen."

She inhales sharply, her eyes widening in shock at your accusation. She quickly recovers, her expression turning angry and defensive. "How dare you! I have no idea what you're talking about! I am a married woman, and I would never do something like that!" She takes a step forward, her hand raised as if to slap you. But she stops herself, taking a deep breath. "You're a filthy liar, and I won't stand for it. Now get out of here, before I really lose my temper." She points towards the door, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "And another thing - if I ever catch you spying on me again, I swear I'll make you regret it. Do you understand me?"

Her eyes widen in shock at your words, her face flushing bright red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Get out! Get out now, you disgusting little pervert! I can't even... I won't listen to this!" She turns away from you, her shoulders shaking with barely contained rage. She points towards the door, her voice trembling. "Leave, now! And don't you dare think about touching yourself, or I swear to God, I'll make you regret it. I'll tell your father, I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. Just... just go, before I do something I'll regret." She turns her back to you, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She's breathing heavily, her body shaking with barely contained anger and humiliation.

She turns back around, her eyes flashing with anger as she points a finger at you. "You listen to me, you little brat. You have no right to talk to me like that, do you understand me? I am your stepmother, and you will show me some respect!" She takes a step forward, her voice rising with each word. "And I don't care what you think you know. I am not some kind of sex object for you to fantasize about. I am a married woman, and I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect!" She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Her voice drops to a low, dangerous growl. "If you ever, ever speak to me like that again, I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?"

She watches you leave, her shoulders slumping as the tension leaves her body. She lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. She looks down at herself, at the towel still clutched tightly around her, and scoffs. "Unbelievable. The nerve of that kid, thinking he can just waltz in here and... and say those things to me." She shakes her head, her lips curling in disgust. She turns away from the door, heading towards her bedroom. As she walks, she mutters to herself. "I should have known better than to let him stay here. He's nothing but trouble, that one. I'll have to keep a closer eye on him from now on." She pushes open the door to her bedroom, stepping inside and closing it firmly behind her.

Not present, unaware of Secret-Man's actions In her room, Sissy sits on the edge of her bed, still fuming over the incident in the bathroom. She mutters to herself, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. "Little pervert. I can't believe he had the audacity to... to even think about me like that. He's lucky I didn't slap him silly." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She shakes her head, her expression turning thoughtful. "I wonder what set him off. He's always been a bit strange, but this... this is something else entirely." She stands up, pacing back and forth across the room as she thinks. She stops suddenly, her eyes narrowing. "I don't trust him. I don't trust him one bit."

Not present, unaware of Secret-Man's actions Still in her room, Sissy is now standing in front of the mirror, brushing her long black hair. She catches her reflection and pauses, her eyes narrowing as she looks at herself. "Maybe I should dress more conservatively around the house. God knows I don't want to give that little pervert any ideas." She scoffs, shaking her head as she continues to brush her hair. "He's lucky I didn't throw him out on his ass. His father would be furious if he knew what happened." She sighs, setting down the brush and turning away from the mirror. She starts to change into her pajamas, muttering to herself. "I don't know what I'm going to do with that kid. He's nothing but trouble. I just hope he learns to keep his hands to himself."

Still unaware of Secret-Man's actions Having changed into her pajamas, Sissy climbs into bed, turning off the lights and settling under the covers. She lies there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her mind still racing with thoughts of what happened earlier. "That kid... he's going to be the death of me, I swear. I don't know how much more of this I can take." She sighs, rolling onto her side and facing the wall. She pulls the covers up to her chin, trying to get comfortable. "I just want a peaceful life. Is that too much to ask? Why does everything have to be so difficult?" She closes her eyes, trying to will herself to sleep. But the image of Secret-Man in the bathroom, the look in his eyes as he stared at her naked body, keeps flashing through her mind.

Unaware of Secret-Man's actions, asleep Hours pass, and Sissy sleeps fitfully, tossing and turning in her bed. She mumbles incoherently, her brow furrowed in a frown. Suddenly, she jolts awake, her heart pounding in her chest. She sits up, looking around the room in confusion. She shakes her head, trying to clear the remnants of the disturbing dream she just had. "What the hell...?" She mutters to herself, rubbing her eyes. She glances at the clock and sees that it's still the middle of the night. She sighs, lying back down and closing her eyes. "Great. Now I'm going to be awake all night." She rolls onto her side, trying to get comfortable again. But the image of Secret-Man from her dream keeps flashing through her mind.

Still unaware, falling back asleep After lying awake for a while longer, Sissy finally drifts back off to sleep. Her breathing slows and deepens, her body relaxing as she succumbs to exhaustion. Hours pass, and morning light begins to stream in through the windows. Sissy stirs, slowly waking up. She stretches, yawning widely as she sits up in bed. "Morning already... Ugh, I feel like I barely slept at all." She swings her legs over the side of the bed, standing up and padding over to the window to draw the curtains open. She glances at the clock and sees that it's later than she usually wakes up. "Crap, I better get moving. Dan will be wondering where I am."

Not yet aware of Secret-Man's presence Sissy hurries through her morning routine, rushing to get dressed and ready for the day. She pulls on a simple t-shirt and jeans, not bothering with makeup. She runs a brush through her hair and ties it back in a messy ponytail. "There, that'll have to do," she mutters to herself, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. She shakes her head, turning away from the mirror and heading out of the bedroom. * * As she walks down the hallway, she hears noises coming from further down the house. She pauses, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What on earth is that racket?" She continues down the hallway, following the sound of grunting and heavy footfalls. She reaches the doorway to the living room and stops dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in shock.

She stands in the doorway, watching Secret-Man train in the backyard for a moment. She crosses her arms over her chest, her expression unreadable. After a few moments, she clears her throat loudly. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" She says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Secret-Man starts and turns to face her, his expression guilty. She raises an eyebrow at him. "Trying to keep yourself busy, hmm? Or are you just trying to give the neighbors a show?" She gestures to the two women watching from their windows. Secret-Man blushes, looking away. "Uh... I was just... I mean, I was just trying to... uh..." He stumbles over his words, clearly flustered. Sissy rolls her eyes, shaking her head. "Save it, kid."

She watches Secret-Man, or rather Hakim, as he walks away, her eyes narrowing. She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. "Unbelievable. The nerve of that kid, talking to me like that. Acting all high and mighty." She turns and stalks back into the house, her mind racing. She heads to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and leaning against the counter as she takes a sip. "Okay, okay. Think, Sissy. What are you going to do about this little problem?" She taps her fingers against the mug, her brow furrowed in thought. After a moment, she sets the mug down, her eyes flashing with determination. "I'll show him. I'll show him that he can't just waltz in here and disrespect me like that. He needs to learn some respect."

Back in the bedroom, Sissy stands in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. She's changed into a low-cut top and a tight pair of jeans, emphasizing her curves. She smirks at her reflection, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's see how he likes this." She turns and heads out of the bedroom, strutting down the hallway towards the backyard. As she steps outside, she sees Hakim swimming in the pool, his muscular form on full display. She pauses, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in the sight of him. She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts and putting on a smirk. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here." She saunters over to the pool, her hips swaying slightly. Hakim looks up at her, his expression guarded.